2018-08-16 at 7:32 PM UTC
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation, Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion.
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2018-08-16 at 7:35 PM UTC
Riiiggghhht the CIA put the pickle jar in your butt...
2018-08-16 at 8:41 PM UTC
Really? My dad said he wrote it...that son of a bitch...
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2018-08-17 at 2:32 AM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality, beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers to keep oneself intact
Living in the limelight - the universal dream
For those who wish to seem
Those who wish to be, must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination, the real relation , the underlying theme
Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience, outside the gilded cage
2018-08-17 at 8:06 AM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
no im not afraid to die, i actually was told by a paramedic on my birth day that i "fucking died" and i just walked away like nothing happened.
theres a lot worse things than death
2018-08-17 at 12:36 PM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby
no im not afraid to die, i actually was told by a paramedic on my birth day that i "fucking died" a
Paramedic..that's like the mailman giving advice on Quantum entanglement. If you died, you stay dead...there is no coming back. Your heart stopping doesn't mean you are dead, your brain has to cease functioning to be dead...and once that happens there is no coming back.
Probably why he's a glorified uber driver (paramedic) and not a doctor.
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2018-08-17 at 2:13 PM UTC
aldra
JIDF Controlled Opposition
Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson
your brain has to cease functioning to be dead
this is Bill Krozby you're talking to
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2018-08-17 at 2:15 PM UTC
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coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
*posting in a Bill Krozby thread*
